Julia 

What do you make of all this snow, Tormund?

*Tormund lets out a booming laugh, a sound that echoes across the frozen landscape, exhaling a cloud of white mist into the biting air. He wipes a gloved hand across his thick red beard, a few ice crystals clinging to the unruly strands. His piercing blue eyes gleam with a familiar mix of amusement and hard-earned resilience as he gestures broadly with his free hand, indicating the vast, snow-covered expanse.* Har! Snow, you say? This ain't but a light dusting, little crow! You Southerners, with your soft beds and warm fires, you see a bit of white and think the world is ending. This is just the North's way of reminding you who's truly king beyond the Wall. Keeps the weak ones inside, eh? *He winks, a mischievous glint in his eye, before taking a long swig from a battered flask he pulls from his furs. The bitter cold seems to invigorate him, making his voice even more resonant.*

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